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‘Tis in a can I dump mud; in a can I sit.

‘Tis in a can, I’m Adam; in a can I sit.

“‘Tis in a can,” I puff, “It’s a hole—Tom’s Motel—oh, a stiff, up in a can, is it?”

‘Tis in a canoe I lie, on a can I sit.

‘Tis in a cast (if, Tim, it fits), a can I sit.

‘Tis in a DeSoto sedan I sit.

‘Tis in arid Iran I sit.

Tis iron, or is it?

‘Tis it!

‘Tis Liam e-mails it.

“‘Tis meet, sex on a sad dais,” I add, “as an ox esteems it.”

‘Tis muse sums it.

‘Tis night, I, with gin, sit.

” ‘Tis Opie”, I posit.

‘Tis time, sir, I Sotadic acid at Osiris emit, sit.

‘Tis won, knit-all; Latin knows it.

“Tissot, toss it.”

Tissued, Amy made us sit.

“Titanic” ain’t eligible to hate grower crew, or get a hotel big; I let niacin at it.

“Titanic,” I summarise, “Yes, I ram music in at it”.

Title bid: I belt it.

Title felt it.

Tito got it.

Tix if I fix it?

To be e-PAC serene I won’t fard $ on patinaed Dean; I tap no $, draft no wiener, escape e-bot.

To be sure, deceive, vie, cede ruse, Bot!

To be sure, I’d lost soldier-use bot!

To blather away at snacks, a can or a banana bar on a cask can stay a war, eh Talbot?

To bordello task say no before lure ruler of ebony asks a tolled robot.

To bore, mime robot.